Jockstraps Stories Novels & Stories

Then, Jasper turned to me, scanning me warily and asked, "So, what's your story? How did you end up in a place like this?" I looked at him, pausing, but there was something about him that put me at ease. Maybe it was his charming smile, or maybe it was the genuine interest in his eyes. Whatever it was, I found myself opening up to him. I told him about my struggles, about how I had lost my job and was struggling to make ends meet. Jasper listened intently, as his expression grew sympathetic. "I grew up in a tough situation," I started, taking a gulp of my whiskey. "My parents were both gone by the time I became a grown teenager. My mom left when I was just a kid, and my dad... well, he just

She looked curiously around wondering how he can afford this new place. Jack had timed Jazz’s behavior. He barely slept last night needing to watch her constantly. The moment he realized where she was…. Fruits of the Forest, the company his British street wanted him to invest him. Once he understood the core principals, he denied funding. But apparently the man somehow managed to get his crazy idea of the ground. The only reason he wasn’t a successful subject was because the cold water of the sprinklers woke him from the trance. But the fact that it works, somehow, he had indigested a little of the fluid.

He unbuttoned his pants and slide down the zipper, he then lowered his pants and I couldn't help but smile when I saw him wearing a fucking jockstrap. "What a naughty boy you are, Chino." I smiled at my comment which made his cheek turns red. "It feels better when I'm wearing jockstrap briefs," Chino replied shyly. "Now give me your hands," I ordered Chino, he frowned at me and held out his hand to me. I quickly tied his hand with the belt he gave me. "Do you really have to restrain my hands with this belt?" Chino asked looking at me with a confused face.

"I don't know what planet you're visiting today, son, but it sure as hell isn't Earth! Hit the showers! Now!" The humiliation burned worse than the bruised ribs. I'd never been kicked out of practice before. Ever. In the two years of playing varsity, I'd been the most reliable player on the team. Now I couldn't even complete a simple handoff without my mind wandering to a girl who wanted nothing to do with me. --- An hour later, I was sitting in a corner booth at Scoops & Dreams, nursing a chocolate milkshake I didn't want while Brooke chattered about her day.

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

I swallowed hard and kept going before that look could turn into a question I could not answer. “Grant has been manipulating the cameras and taking weird photos of us at the facility,” I said. “He has been stalking I guess and cooking up stories because that is what he does when he needs leverage. I do not know why he had to invent something like that, or to want people to believe there is something going on between me and a twenty-two-year-old rookie. There is not. He wants a headline. That is all this is.” Maya’s face eased. Not all the way but enough.

In Middle school, I used to like this boy called Dean and at first, he was sweet and friendly, then someone told him that I had a thing for him and one day I got a text from him telling me how much he liked me too. I was happy to see that text. When we went on our supposed “first date” all his football friends were there and they made a joke out of me. After that, I’d sworn off all boys until I’d met Seth. Who also turned out to be one of the Jocks. Guess I was a glutton for punishment. Last night after we came back from the beach, we had dinner together and then Seth told me he was going back to the studio but I insisted that he should sleep with me in my bedroom.

Victor Kane: Today's outfit. Nothing but the jockstrap I sent you and a pair of sweatpants. No shirt. No underwear. No shoes. A package had arrived at my door that morning. I opened it. It was a plain black jockstrap, made of a soft, stretchy material. I stripped off my clothes and put it on. The pouch barely contained my hard cock. The straps framed my ass, leaving the plug's base fully exposed. I pulled on the sweatpants as commanded and left for his apartment.

"It was the first time in years that I went to a legit hospital. They made me put this fucking thing on, which reminded me why I started avoiding those places to begin with!" They both started laughing, and Marino followed with a story of how he wound up in traction once, but he had no insurance card on him for the same reason. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Jaxon was joking with the man who, just an hour before, he had been fantasizing about killing!

Then she runs away from their presence like a damsel in distress. That should teach the handsome douche a lesson. ~~~~~ Back to square one, over the counter at Geisel's, Cara stands, pouring drinks and listening to the sob stories of midday drunk. Slim Jim, an ironic name for Cara's biggest pest, he comes every day and tells the same story. How he is from the past, according to Slim Jim, was alive during the time of dinosaurs and he also claimed to have fought in the World wars. Cara is just tired of Slim Jim delusional stories, the handsome douche bag, and hospital bills.